Now this, now that she sought with fruitless care, Before she lit on either warrior's trace, By city or by farm, now here, now there, In forest now, and now in other place.
Fortune, at length, where caged with Roland are Ferrau and Sacripant, directs her chase;
Rogero, with Gradasso fierce, and more, Noosed with strange witcheries by Atlantes hoar.
